until the morning light comes shining through
 Can't get a good night's sleep
 Ain't been to work in weeks
 What am I gonna do
 Help me

 Can't get her off my mind
 I'm drinking too much wine
 I'm burning up inside
 If I could touch her face
 or take her out some place I'd be satisfied

 Hey, I'm a loaded gun
 I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
 Hey, I'm a lovesick son
 I'm crazy about her

 I see her jogging in Central Park
 with one of them Walkman's on her head.
 She was hot, young, beautiful
 and I said to myself
 She's destined to be mine

 I see her every day
 in rush hour or subway, in a grocery store
 She don't notice me,
 I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor

 If she belonged to me I'd give her everything
 I'd never cheat or lie
 I'd treat her with respect, not just a sex object
 I ain't that kind of guy

 Hey, I'm a loaded gun
 I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
 Hey, I'm a lovesick son
 I'm crazy about her

 I was standing outside the Met one day
 when she drove by in a black Corvette
 I said Hey baby
 I could've died, she looked straight through me
 But I know she's destined to be mine

 Spoken:
 Every night I stand around her door and wait for her to come by
 She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside
 and the limousines and the Rolls Royces coming and going

 My friends all say she's way outta my class
 but I know if she'd just get know me
 I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got
 Yeah!

 Ain't gonna bide my time ain't gonna stand in line
 Somebody gonna get burned
 But, oh the problem is I think my loves at risk
 She's the boss's girl
 Oh no